Inwood Dayspring

10 minutes after 6, a blue phone had buzzed its way off the refrigerator and came crashing down. This noise was the alarm that Siegfried needed and he lazarused himself out of bed pushing away a deep purple duvet and along with it Erica.

"What the heck Siegfried ?"

Siegfried scanned the room for the intruder. His bed faced the wall opposite of the windows as the morning Sun in his face proved fatal to a night worker. His headboard was flanked by two floral Seraphim, both gifts by Erica.

"Siegfried, why'd you push me ?"

Siegfried hurried the investigation, to his left where his bike hung, and his right with a wall of books stacked on top of another.  Desperately, he gazed down and amidst a sea of purple, he found a bright yellow spot.

Erica Fleurimond sat on the floor, her yellow bonnet fixed on her head. Under it sat an afro that Siegfried often caught himself smiling at, impressed that he'd spoken to this person while finishing a run where his blue shirt had turned black with sweat and he heaved like a man who was on the precipice of passing out.

Now on the floor, and covering herself with the duvet, she appeared remarkably like an iris, ironic considering her middle name was "Rose."